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Aah... Where to start? So, I know I have plenty of watchers who probably won't read this since they only enabled the watch for notifications about my photos. Gladly, I'm not typing this for the famous lurkers who I wish I could remove myself from the list, considering most of them are just fucking wankers who don't comment on anything useful or helpful for me and only use DA for watching twisted shit and pleasing their fetishes and perversions. Anyway, this is for the REAL people in here who enjoy reading my stuff and who have given me their support at some point.

Sometimes I want to motivate myself, attempt new things and think, "Come on, let's try this. If you don't, you'll never know. Why not? You can do it; go ahead!", just to find myself getting discouraged by requirements. Lately, I've noticed most of the agencies recruiting models in my country are giving more opportunities and the chance to go to castings to only taller models. I understand height has always been a desire and demand in the fashion industry, but when you're located in a place where GENETICALLY people are shorter, you should broaden your options and offers and put aside such a neutral bland feature which won't tell you how much potential someone really possesses. Not to mention it's not even relevant in photography. Sadly, I feel like I live in the land of no opportunities, an empty city. If you do get a chance at something, there is always somebody waiting to criticize everything that others do, mock them and tear them apart. They sabotage each other's success somehow. I think I feel closer to some of you here than with people from my own culture which is quite strange. You should relate more to your own nation.

I've been doing this shit for 6 years now; I'm not inexpert. I've been through plenty of experiences that most people don't even know about and that many models here haven't because their struggle was different and, the truth is, easier. However, I've always been kind of a loner introverted honest and analytical person, so I don't think I would ever fit in that cutthroat ambit of hypocrisy, lies, envy, judgments, rivalry, deceit and betrayal if I ever deepened in it with "fame" or recognition. Perhaps it's better that way. I guess I'm too loyal to be popular and "trendy". I just wish I could have had more shots at showing what I'm capable of.

All my reasons to enter modeling were to prove myself what I could achieve ON MY OWN, that I could attain something on which I put my mind to, but you already know that... Despite what many say, I accomplished my goal with the evidence to prove it and I'm proud of myself for that; nobody gave anything away to me. At least I know NO ONE can tell me "You didn't try". I'm just left with the feeling of 'Where do I belong?' :hmm: Meh... Whatever.

I don't think I'll be active enough here, so if you want to add me somewhere else to keep in touch, look for me with the same username. I'll be glad to know those who are really interested and interact with you.

Hi once again people! :iconwaveyplz: I have another college project to work on and your standpoints are really needed. :) My research question is: How do you perceive the fact that a teacher is or once was a model? Would you condemn this or think it's immoral that a current or former model is teaching your kid(s)?

That's all I need to know. I'd really appreciate your help! :iconprettyplz:
Hey, watchers! Hope everyone's OK! I'm needing help from USA natives for a university project about culture. Would you please assist me with this? :iconbeggingplz: All I need is for you to tell me the way you perceive Friendship and Competitiveness. That's the topic. I'll gladly be reading your comments here or if you don't want to make it public, feel free to send me a note. Let me write some questions for the ones interested in lending a hand in case you don't know where to start:

  • How does friendship work in the US (girl code, guy code, loyalty, etc.)?
  • Do you compete with your friends or other people who are not necessarily your mates?
  • Do you have lots of friends or do you consider yourself 'selective' regarding this?
  • How has your concept of friendship changed over the years?
  • Is competitiveness necessary for you?
  • Do you think it's essential in this current world? Why/why not?
If you consider relevant including any other information, please go ahead. Thanks so much in advance! :iconlovespreadplz:

P.S.: Please be as prompt as possible with your replies; I don't have much time left! Only people from the US may answer. :aww:

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**HEY PEOPLE!! I UPDATED THE VIDEOS BECAUSE SOME OF THEM WERE CENSORED! WHY? YOUTUBE WOULD KNOW. THANKS TO ALL THE ONES WHO HAVE READ AND ANALYZED THIS.**

I've been wanting to write this for a while now. I've felt hesitant, uneasy, and intrigued about the matter. I just wanted to get my facts straight (as far as possible since I won't own the absolute certainty) before I went open about it. I've been feeling the need to express myself regarding this subject, since something just doesn't feel right. I'm sure plenty of people will think, "What the hell is wrong with this 'model'? Shouldn't she be getting naked, being pretty or slutty? Keeping quiet like dumb people do?" Well, even though my account is about modeling, I've never disassociated myself from it because it's part of who I am. I've always posted my opinions, rants, and life experiences here. I'm not a human who belonged to modeling; I'm a human who used to model. I got a mind and criticism of my own. I've got thoughts and feelings that arise from within just like everyone else.

 

Anyway, the ones who paid attention, probably noticed I had been sending messages and posting stuff about the "above" ones, how they manipulate and want to change people in order for us to fit their standards. Or should I say plans? Perhaps, many of you already have heard and/or researched about conspiracy theories, Illuminatis, and New World Order. This is directed to the ones who haven't. Seriously, I've always known that the 'big leagues' such as the Entertainment Industry and under-hierarchy functioning organizations (Politics, NASA, CIA, FBI, Pentagon, Vatican, Royalty, UN, The Army, etc., etc.) turn to more powerful beings to reach their goals and hide information from the world for their benefit, but I didn't think they were so blatant for "discretion's sake". I think it's time for us to wake up to what has been being done and do something about it. Maybe I'll be called crazy and paranoid, but I don't care. I SEE and SENSE something's going on. I couldn't help craving for answers, wanting to know the truth, finding out why I am here, the overall purpose.

 

All of the sudden, music has gotten so generic and all videos show the same pattern over and over again. Same beats, wardrobe, colors... Almost every mainstream artist sings about the same topics continuously (parties, sex, money, fame, power, control) and display repeated symbols on every video. Interesting how every celebrity who tries to speak up, gets his/her image torn apart and then has an accident or commits "suicide"... Why are these people being put out of the way when calling out how the "fabulous magnificent happy" life works? Why isn't our technology progressing as far as environmental improvement and outer space traveling concern? What would happen if we stopped needing petroleum and electricity? Uh, money loss for chiefs? For sure.

 

I sure don't believe every little thing that is said so I won't ask you to, but do take a look at and analyze all of these "coincidences" such as name mentioning, lyrics, symbols, numbers, behaviors... Seems a little bit too consistent to me. Our privacy being compromised by a satellite-controlled chip for them to know EVERYTHING about you and where in the world you are with the excuse of health treatment improvement reasons? Come on... They know they don't really hold the power; if so, then why hide the knowledge? The more we know, the less they control. The 'almighty' dollar displaying "New World Order" in latin and the All-Seeing-Eye? Sounds to me it comes from a long way back in time; it's not recent. So it's not a conspiracy? Hmm.

 

I believe we are far beyond than just a physical vessel. Leaving religion aside, I believe in energies and spiritual entities. I believe there's invisible evil and good. I believe human ambition and greed have been used as tools to destroy mankind integrity. Our stupidity and banality have been turned against us. Please people, INVESTIGATE, EDUCATE yourselves, and SEARCH for the facts and verity. We've been lied to for so long. It's up to you to open your mind to knowledge and freedom, not programming. To break free from the system and realizing no one's better than anyone because of material possessions. It's time to show them who the real leaders are. They are NOTHING without us; they need us and they know it.

 

I'll share some videos that I found the most consistent out of all the ones I've been seeing, for the ones who are interested. As I previously said, they are for you to associate happenings and to reflect and ponder about the information, not for every single detail to be believed. Please just watch if you are really concerned about discovering the truth. If you don't like getting out of your mental comfort zone, don't even bother to click on the videos. Just go through them if you are willing to get to the end since they are quite extensive. I hope this helps someone who feels something's missing like I did. This is not meant to bring fear, tension or distress but empowerment. You decide.

 

¿Qué quiero?
Tocar el cielo a carcajadas sin un pero
¿He sido manipulada?
¿Por creer que la meta estaba materializada?
Tal vez no he hecho nada
Mi razón ha estado engañada
Seguidores, reconocimiento
Todo por el ajeno pensamiento
Estúpida aceptación
En una raza de indignación
Me he perdido
Quisiera desintegrarme en olvido
Duele la frustración calcinante
La plenitud nunca ha sido mi amante
Siento el odio creciendo
Dentro de mí surgiendo
Nunca lograré llevar mis sueños a mis sentidos
Escucho ecos divididos
Gritan que sí, que no
La que les lleva la contraria soy yo
Siempre tan indecisa,
Siempre tan imprecisa
En constante movimiento la balanza
No consigo extraer esta maldita lanza
¡No quiero preguntar más!
No hay ojos en ninguna faz
Nada es premiado
El esfuerzo queda abandonado
¡Maldita ceguera!
¡Maldita soberbia!
Harta de esperar manos extendidas
Las desgraciadas quieren algún tipo de comida
Quieres verlos carcomidos
Arrastrándose adoloridos
Por tanta ignorancia
Que se viste de arrogancia
Ilumínenme con su sublimidad
Jamás estaré ante semejante deidad
Si me arrodillo, es para escupir sus pies
No porque estaré hasta el siguiente mes
Todo lo pedí, todo lo di
Orgullo fue lo menos que a lo largo vi
Todo el tiempo presentes los defectos
¿El destino tiene un arquitecto?
Me dejo de mentir
Debo detener este sufrir
Hay mucho que se encuentra oculto
Creer que no está ahí es un insulto
Pero no cambia el hecho que se privará del viento
No se puede ver a nadie contento
Cuéntame tu cuento
Cómo llegaste tan lejos de tus cimientos
No se hizo para todos
Mira fijo dentro de mis ojos
Incredulidad
Que se pudran las promesas de grandiosidad
Hoy cerceno estas remendadas alas
Para lejos caminar de las nubes malas
Seré un animal rastrero
Sin andar de perro faldero
Vulnerabilidad de acero
Solidaridad se vuelve a cero
Tiempo de sacar los puñales
Contenciones impuntuales
Tiempo de clavar sus espaldas
Malditos señores en falda
Felicidades por lo que han creado
Por lo que han asesinado
Su increíble fe y oportunidad
Dejaron algo en libertad
Llegué a mi fecha de caducidad
Entre tanta celebridad
No podría descuidarme menos su susodicha integridad
¡Peligro!
Ya no me denigro
Me resigno en indiferencia
Sin una pizca de clemencia
Gracias por toda la condenada adversidad
Que me dejó suelta con esta nueva identidad

  • Listening to: "No Quiero Hablar" - 424
Dreamt of that person for a million years... Can't believe he's finally here. What I did believe was he didn't exist. So many times I had to fall and drag myself, wishing death because I felt worthless. I want my future with you now. All the blood shed has a purpose today. You make me wanna wake up because it feels like a fucking dream... No more fear, pain, lies, carelessness... I keep trying to knock your faith out, to make you see my bitter reality, but you keep on proving me wrong from all I expect. Lost so many wounding battles, but you're my conquering war. I fly with your wings. You rip me off from the pits I dig. There's a time and a place to die, but this ain't it because I'm waiting for you. I NEED to be with you. I can't go before I see into your eyes, before I kiss your lips, before I touch your skin, before I laugh with you, before my soul is yours, before I LIVE with you.

In spite of what life turned me into, you embrace me. In spite of the warning I wear, you push through boundaries. Even when I ran away from you, you chased me however you could. You never let me go. No one can take this away from me; I can feel you're something else... Something I had given up on. A distinct breed. Even if envy persecutes and seizes my destruction, you'll be there. I bound rocks to my dreams and you cut the cords. Even in distance, I'm remembered, missed, appreciated, needed... Feel the same for you. I felt dead a long time ago and now you're shaking my being to life. I know I still carry rotten memories that you struggle with. I'll try to move on; I know you'll help me heal... This song just made me think of you and inspired me to write this. Thank you for every single thing you've done for me, my love; means so much to me. You're the only one who saves me from myself. :iconlipplz:

PARAMORE - NOW LYRICS

Don't try to take this from me
Don't try to take this from me
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Don't try to take this from me
Don't try to take this from me
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Feels like I'm waking from the dead
And everyone's been waitin' on me
'Least now I'll never have to wonder
What it's like to sleep a year away
But were we indestructible
I thought that we could brave it all (all)
I never thought that what would take me out
Was hiding down below

Lost the battle, win the war
Bringing my sinking ship back to the shore
We're starting over, or head back in
There's a time and a place to die but this ain't it

If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Don't try to take this from me
Don't try to take this from me
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Don't try to take this from me
Don't try to take this from me
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Wish I could find a crystal ball
For the days I feel completely worthless
You know I'd use it all for good
I would not take it for granted (granted)
Instead, I'd have some memories
For the days I don't feel anything
At least, they would remind me
Not to make the same mistakes again

Lost the battle, win the war
I'm bringing my sinking ship back to the shore
We're starting over or head back in
There's a time and a place to die but this ain't it

If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

There's a time and a place to die

There's a time and a place to die
And this ain't it

There's a time and a place to die
And this ain't it, this ain't it
This ain't it

There's a time and a place to die
There's a time and a place to die
But this ain't it, no!!!!!!!

If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there's a future, we want it now
(Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow)

If there's a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

  • Listening to: "Now" - Paramore
IN THIS MOMENT - WHORE LYRICS

"I'm the girl you've been thinking about
The one thing you can't live without
Yeah, I'm the girl you've been waiting for
I'll have you down on your knees
I'll have you begging for more

You probably thought I wouldn't get this far
You thought I'd end up in the back of a car
You probably thought that I'd never escape
I'd be a rat in a cage, I'd be a slave to this place

You don't know how hard I fought to survive,
Waking up alone when I was left to die
And you don't know about this life I've led,
All these roads I've walked,
All these tears I've bled!

So how can this be?
You're praying to me
There's a look in your eyes,
I know just what that means
I can be, I can be your everything...

I can be your whore!
I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner,
I am your whore
But let me tell you something, baby
You love me for everything you hate me for

I'm the one that you need and fear
Now that you're hooked, it's all becoming clear
That all your judgments that you placed on me
Was a reflection of discovery
So maybe next time when you cast your stones
From the shadows of the dark unknown
You will crawl up from your hiding place
Take a look in the mirror
See the truth in your face!

So how can this be?
You're praying to me
There's a look in your eyes,
I know just what that means
I can be, I can be your everything...

I can be your whore!
I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner,
I am your whore
But let me tell you something, baby
You love me for everything you hate me for

I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner,
I am your whore
But let me tell you something, baby
You love me, you want me, you need me!

I can be your whore!
I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner,
I am your whore
But let me tell you something, baby
You love me for everything you hate me for

I can be your whore!
I can be your whore!
I can be your whore!
But let me tell you something, baby
You love me for everything you hate me for
You love me for everything you hate me for..."

How many times have you felt judged due to your past? How many people have thought you're worthless because of it, ignoring your current accomplishments? How many times your talent has been underestimated and underappreciated? Think many of us have felt this way. I think this is the message of this song and it really got to me. When you've been treated like trash your whole life, you end up believing you are that... And it's really hard to get out of that state of mind...

You think you are just not and never will be good enough. Your potential is frozen... Well, even though others can have a huge impact on your self-esteem, only you have the fire to release it. Believing that you are unique, with intelligences that are attached only to you as an individual. Many will hate on you 'cause of that, but at the end of the day, success is the best revenge. They'll ignore their mistakes as if they were perfect, making you feel you're nothing besides them. Yes, many times we keep the dirt others have thrown at us, but how about jumping up high down from a waterfall and wash it all off?? Sooner or later, they'll have to face reality mirror and stop thinking they are God. Their hypocrisy will asphyxiate them. It's a hard journey to complete, but not impossible.

  • Listening to: "Whore" - In This Moment
THE USED - HOSPITAL LYRICS

"This feeling never leaves you alone
You pull the trigger on your own
You're hiding in your safe place
Hiding with your eyes shut tightly
All the way to the hospital

Now will you ever rest your head?
You end up feeling mostly dead
Pretending you're the last one
Hiding with your eyes shut tightly
All the way to the hospital

Before I cross my heart and hope to die at all
Take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars

It never used to hurt before, it isn't funny anymore
(It isn't funny anymore)
Feeling so alone now
Funny how you wish someway
That you could die at the hospital

You're quiet on the car ride home
You're waiting for your head to explode
You're hiding in your safe place
Hiding with your eyes shut tightly
All the way to the hospital

Oh, oh, I don't feel okay,
I don't feel alright!
Ah Haha...
Help me God!
I don't know!

Before I cross my heart and hope to die at all
Take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars

(Before I close my eyes)
Before I close my eyes, I'm gonna give it up
(Take off my mask)
Take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars
Leave the lies to the liars

Will you look them in the face?
Could you look me in the face?

Three cheers, you fooled them all
(Come on, now, hip hip hooray)
Three cheers, you fooled them all
(Come on, now, hip hip hooray)
Hip hip hooray

Before I cross my heart and hope to die at all
Take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars

(Before I close my eyes)
Before I close my eyes I'm gonna give it up
(Take off my mask)
Take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars
Leave the lies to the liars

Leave the lies to the liars
Leave the lies to the liars
Leave the lies to the liars
Leave the lies to the liars"

So, this is a sad journal for me to write... Maybe many of you have been wondering why I haven't posted any new work lately; well, it hurts me to say I'm weighing 82 pounds. I feel so ashamed... "Is it anorexia?", you may be thinking. No. It was sorrow. Last year, I went through a time tough as fuck. Lost my appetite at all. I'm writing this while I cry... Fuck!!! I'm sure plenty of people will smile when they read this. I'm quitting modeling. Why? Well, it's quite obvious I can't work like this. I could, but I don't want to. I feel horrible. I don't see a whale in the mirror like anorexics do; I see an emaciated person... I know I'm not well.

What unleashed my defeat, was a conversation with an italian protographer. She contacted me last year for a website she shoots for. My dream come true... Classy, professional, fashionable, great composition, gorgeous models and clothes in it... My fantasy... I made the casting for them since they came to Costa Rica to shoot. They went for another model. I accepted it. Kept on shooting. Some days ago, she contacted me again saying they were coming back to shoot for the Summer collection. I felt excited. Shouldn't have rushed myself...

She started telling me about nudes, that I could earn LOTS of money with that, that I could shoot in Asia where no one would see the pics if I didn't want. I replied I don't want to be known by nudity... She told me I was shy and naive... For real? For refusing to show my ENTIRE body? It's a matter of comfort for me. She said, "Don't limit yourself". You must be a puppet they can manipulate; you must sell your soul in order to please them; change entirely who you are. I hit my limit, thank you. I feel like the only thing left for me is to be a piece of meat... Even though I'm a bag of bones right now... Ha.

You wanna get up high? Sex sells... Sure it does, that's why so many women around the world feel the need to get breast implants and men believe in every ad that says their penis will get bigger. She said she was a model once and felt like I do. She decided to try something different (nudity) and she opened her way up. Good for her. I respect that other people like and do nudity as long as I'm not involved. If people in that level are advising me to throw myself to nudity wolves, what's left for me to believe? I'm sick of expecting my golden opportunity from others... It's impossible to feel unique in this industry, unless you are Gisele Bündchen... So sick of depending on people who look at you over the shoulder. They always know best...

Guess it's time for me to accept I was so stupid for thinking I would ever be accepted AS I AM. I just aimed too high... and I have no wings. I have got to stop lying to myself... Hoping something else will knock on my door... Year after year after year... I'm tired. I did my best... gave all that I could for this dream and pain invades my whole being while I watch it go down the drain... It was a beautiful ride while it lasted... Good and bad moments, but I wanna remember my trips alone to the beach (full of baggage), the places I saw, the good photographers I met, the shock on people's faces who thought I'd never make it, how independent I became...

I want to thank everyone who supported me since I joined. All the comments, faves, collection additions, every collaboration, remake, stock use, or retouch of my photos, every watch, llama, and premium memberships I received. I'm so grateful to all the artists who showed interest in my work. Made many friends here, whom I will never forget. I learned so much during this time in deviantART. One of the greatest websites ever invented, IMO. Guess I'm no artist, just a wannabe like many said to me... I feel empty. I feel dead. As the song says, before I go, I tell you MY truth and leave the lies to the liars.



Love you all true supporters... Take care. :iconheartbeatingplz:

Daniela Sancho.
  • Listening to: "Hospital" - The Used
Shit... Definitely, drama loves me... Fuck my life with cavalier users in dA... Once upon a time, there was a deviation (fav.me/d5u2rcd) who someone decided to "criticize". The uploader of this deviation had this someone in her Skype. She started a conversation with that someone and this is what happened:

[19:38:37] ·DaNieLa·: Hey
[19:39:01] ·DaNieLa·: Did you response to my comment?
[19:39:39] Christopher: No. I wasnt trying to be a jerk. Maybe I shouldnt have left a comment.
[19:40:24] ·DaNieLa·: :Z
[19:40:32] ·DaNieLa·: I just asked why.
[19:40:49] ·DaNieLa·: I want to know your opinion.
[19:41:25] Christopher: It just doesnt look like you at all.
[19:41:52] ·DaNieLa·: Why?
[19:42:15] ·DaNieLa·: You're responding with your first statement.
[19:42:52] Christopher: Its quite obvious. An apple doesnt look like an orange, because they are nothing alike.
[19:43:16] Christopher: I dont know how to be more detailed or profound
[19:43:55 | Editado 19:44:11] ·DaNieLa·: That would help the artist as well, but yeah, definitely you don't know how to explain your POVs.
[19:45:05] Christopher: Dont be a bitch.
[19:45:22] Christopher: I can explain, but what more do you need?
[19:45:41] ·DaNieLa·: Excuse me?
[19:45:47] ·DaNieLa·: A bitch?
[19:45:58] Christopher: You accused me of not being able to explain.
[19:46:01] Christopher: as if im some idiot.
[19:46:07] ·DaNieLa·: What the fuck is wrong with you?
[19:46:18] Christopher: i cant help it if your friend can't draw a likeness of you.
[19:46:25] Christopher: he drew a perfectly nice human face
[19:46:27] ·DaNieLa·: Dude, that wasn't my point at all.
[19:46:37] Christopher: unfortunately it lacks any of your facial structure
[19:46:45] Christopher: why do you curse so much?
[19:46:51] Christopher: you arent very lady like.
[19:46:56] Christopher: please be more polite to me.
[19:47:26] Christopher: I don't appreciate strong language, just because you're angry.
[19:47:37] ·DaNieLa·: Yeah, I don't give a fuck anymore. I was trying to have a nice conversation about the render with you.
[19:47:46] Christopher: I was under the impression that your friend was trying to do a likeness of you.
[19:47:52] Christopher: if that was the case, he failed miserably.
[19:48:05] Christopher: if he was merely trying to draw a typical woman,
[19:48:07] Christopher: he did ok.
[19:48:11] Christopher: *shrug*
[19:48:21] Christopher: i should have just kept my comment to myself.
[19:48:24 | Editado 20:16:11] ·DaNieLa·: But obviously, you just think you are too cool for school.
[19:48:33] Christopher: obviously most people don't like or want criticism.
[19:49:01] Christopher: im sorry that youre angry.
[19:49:07] Christopher: your friend is superb
[19:49:10] Christopher: a fantastic artist
[19:49:14] Christopher: and he will be remembered forever.
[19:49:17] Christopher: is that better?
[19:49:22] ·DaNieLa·: Yeah, in the future you will keep 'em to yourself. Your cockiness reeks.
[19:49:32] Christopher: youre the one with the attitude, young lady.
[19:49:35] Christopher: lol
[19:49:37] Christopher: goodnight :)
[19:49:39] Christopher: you are quite weird.
[19:49:44] ·DaNieLa·: Go call your mom a bitch
[19:50:05] ·DaNieLa·: You're an arrogant prick
[19:51:08] ·DaNieLa·: Blocked and everything else, if you're grumpy and can't understand when people are trying to converse with you, it's not my fault.
[19:51:21] ·DaNieLa·: So fuck you faggot.

He deleted me (so brave of his part). This dude has done this before. Throws his "critiques" out, but can't validate his POVs with arguments. All I did was ask why, so I could understand his perspective and the artist could get some feedback to improve. He felt alluded as an idiot (don't know why), but if the shoe fits, wear it bitch. 8-) He already had sent me previous notes where he boasted about his violin and photography skills. You can be a violinist hun, but that doesn't make you a superb photographer. Then, he unwatched me and some months later, he watched me again. But I'm the weird one... :nod: If you wanna play the tough guy act, you better back it up; otherwise, you're making yourself look like a sissy. Step up and fascinate me with your tremendous critic eye. :jawdrop:

I'm quite weird? Yes. Every watcher that has been following my work, knows I'm not the girl next door and if I am, I'm the fucked up one. I'm not very lady like? REEEEEALLY????? :ohmygod: Newsflash for me!!! :derp: by capncraka Again, my older watchers know I have a demon's temper... That's PetiteChik; that's me. ;)
I remember when I was a child... Mostly, awful times... Always wishing for some boy to notice me, but I was never pretty or talented enough. The cute girls used to bully me at the Rhythmic Gymnastics group, in which I put so much effort on and I was so devoted to. Always practicing at home or elsewhere so I could be better. Anyhow, I felt like shit internally. They kept on telling me how much I sucked and couldn't compare to them; besides, the teacher herself. Always placing me below the pretty girls. Obviously, my self-esteem was underground. They always made fun of any idea I brought for the choreographies and were such bitches when I complimented them trying to be friends, being hostile and thoughtless.

Then, it came the physical development part; I didn't develop until I was 14. Way later compared to all the other peers. When I started high school, I received multiple humiliations from my classmates. I was the ugly midget with thin body for them (I've always been a skinny girl). Did I like it then? Not at all. I felt like a monster. When a boy came to tell me his friend had a crush on me, I said, "Haha, nice joke!" and left. I was certain that no one saw ANY beauty in me. When I turned 15, my personality gave a 180º turn. I became hostile and let NO ONE cross the line with me. I got fed up of being stepped on. I was agressive and impertinent. I realized the ones who brought me down a couple of years ago, started being afraid of me. It was glory for me since I felt so strong and untouchable. But I wasn't; it was just my defense mechanism. After my development, guys started noticing me more. They were kind of amazed of how much I had changed physically. For that reason I said, "Am I cute?" Everytime I was walking on the streets, men yelled "compliments" -vulgar phrases- :roll: and others just looked at me like I was an alien (didn't take their eyes off me and I even got pissed because I thought they were mocking me). So, I started to realize I was attractive to others, at least for some people, even if I didn't see myself in that way.

We humans tend to want to overcome each goal we've achieved. In my case, I didn't get the goal I dreamt for my whole life: Graduating from Vet school. IMO, I failed miserably and my mother wasn't there anymore for guidance... I said to myself, "There has got to be something that seems impossible for me that I can reach... But what?" The frustration and sadness I felt when I left Vet school were crushing; I don't know if someone will ever understand besides my mother and The Supreme. Finally the decision came... To leave or to stay? It was time to accept that I didn't fit there and had to go. With disappointment and grief, I dropped out and started the career my mom use to have. At least in this way, I wouldn't feel her money and effort were thrown away, but that I could honor her following her steps.

Also, I needed to set a new goal and I didn't want to fail this time. I thought about modeling, but then I remembered in my country, it requires plastic surgery in 97% of the cases. I was unlikely to be a model. On the other hand, I was too short for the high fashion field. My chances were slim and I started to get discouraged.

Never talked much about this with anyone, so I'm really airing it all out now with you... I just wanted to focus on my present and sweep under the carpet all of that. But I want to share this story to make the ones who care about ME AS A PERSON, NOT THE MODEL, understand a little better why I entered modeling and what I went through.

When I was a newbie, some "photographers" took advantage of that and made me feel like a worthless object. Like I was raped... I started with the wrong foot and I definitely regret it. Until I met the good professional ones. More and more doors began to open with every shoot I made. Now, I was able to distinguish ethic from morbo. Slowly, I turned my back on my country's dark modeling business since it was not the aim I wanted for my image. I wanted people to see me in a classy way; I wanted to inspire them; therefore, I never did nudity. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Local photographers continued to use you with promises and then went back on their word. I just didn't have a huge rack, so I wasn't that much big of a deal.

In addition, I was being judged by my supposedly "friends", family, and current partner at that time, who was psychologically abusive and manipulative. Made me feel disgusting... I lost many people due to my dream; they all turned their backs on me. It was painful. Why? I was finally beginning to feel beautiful, to have a self-esteem, and to reach my difficult goal for a girl like me... I was sad and angry about it. Guess when you start being successful, people feel intimidated or who knows... Nevertheless, I NEVER felt like the best. As I said, silicone models got all the attention and jobs. I felt my hopes were nonexistent... But little by little, I encountered people with my same mentality. That's when I started accepting myself.

I feel so related to this song because it talks about how people turned their backs on her when she was rising, about how she degraded herself to please others, and about how people who are exposed will always be judged by the ones who do not have that burden. It's easy to criticize, but it's hard as fuck putting yourself on display for the whole world to see; it's harder to take risks of which you're not sure what the outcome will be. I took my risk and reached my objective, even though it was VERY complicated. The song is called "Shit on The Radio (Remember The Days)" by Nelly Furtado:

"You liked me 'til you heard my shit on the radio
Well I hate to say but pop ain't going solo
You liked me 'til you heard my shit on the radio
But now I'm just too mainstream for you, oh no

You liked me 'til you seen me on your TV
Well, if you're so low below then why you watching?
You say good things come to those who wait
I've been waiting a long time for it

Chorus:
I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you
Be less than I was just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I've flown away I see you've chosen to stay behind me
Still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself

You say your quest is to bring it higher
Well, I've never seen change without a fire
But from your mouth fire I have seen a lot of burning
But underneath I think it's a lot of yearning
Your face, the colors change from green to yellow
To the point where you can't even say hello
You tell me you'd kill me if I ever snob you out
Like that's what you expect from me, like that's what I'm about

Chorus:
I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you
And be less than I was just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I've flown away I see you've chosen to stay behind me
And still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself
(Yeah!)

Bridge:
It's so much easier to stay down there guaranteeing you're cool
Than to sit up here exposing myself trying to break through
Than to burn in the spotlight, (Open fire!)
Turn in the spitfire (Open fire!)
Scream without making a sound, (Open fire!)
Be up here without looking down (Open fire!)
(We all afraid of heights)

Chorus:
I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you
And be less than I was just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I've flown away I see you've chosen to stay behind me
And now you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself
Myself, myself, myself, myself (Now you feeling me? And are you feeling me with?
Now you feeling me, are you feeling me now?
And now you feeling me, are you feeling me now?
Why you gotta be so lonely?) Myself...

(Myself) Why ya hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, (Myself, myself)
Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me? So-whoah... (Myself, myself)
Leave me down down down down low (Myself, myself)
Leave me da da down, down dan dan dan dan dan dan down low! (Myself, myself)
Shit on the radio... (Yeah, yeah, yeah! Myself)
Shit on the radio... (Ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah! Myself)
Shit on the radio... (Ye-ye-yeah! Myself)
Shit on the radio! (Ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah!)
(My...) Shit on the radio..."



TY for reading! :thanks:
  • Listening to: "Shit On The Radio (Remember The Days)"
Yesterday, I went to visit my mother's grave... :tombstone: It had been a while since I went there. 5 years since I last saw her... Time goes by so fast and it just makes it harder. Bought a purple flower bouquet (her favorite color), a lilac rose included. :rose: Also, I asked for a purple bow to be added. While I was searching for her tomb, I was anxious, didn't want to cry since I know she's so happy where she is now and my melancholy is useless. Nevertheless, when I saw her name on the plaque, I couldn't help it. So many memories came back... The funeral... How mad and shocked I was that day... Her face on my mind... I looked at the sky since I knew I was just lying beside her remains. So I put some sparkly eyeshadow I had in my purse on the star that indicates when she was born, so it looked shiny, stuck the flowers into the ground next to her nameplate, cleaned it a little bit (it was dusty and with dry grass pieces on it), cried for a while, and spelled "TE AMO" with some thin sticks I found nearby.

This song describes the raw reality of life. Always so ironic... Taking away what you need the most... It's called "What You Get" by Junior Caldera. I love it because it keeps my feet on the ground.

"Standing on shoulders hoping to find what never existed.
You know it ain't easy stumbling blind.
Well this is what you get for now, ow oh.
This is what you get and how it hurts, own it well.

You took all your dreams and you shot them to space
You believed good would come of it.
Yet so unspecific and you fell on your face.

Well this is what you get for now, ow oh.
This is what you get and how it hurts, own it well (own it well, own it well).

You carry the wounded, you heal the infected
In hopes of healing your own.
It's so unexpected when we all die alone.
Yeah, well that's what you get for now, ow oh.
This is what you get and how it hurts...

It's what you get, it's how you're measured.
It's all your pain mixed with so much pleasure.
It's what you get, it's all you've ever wanted.
It's all you've dreamed and somehow forgotten.
It's what you get, your truth and your lies.
It's all you believe and all you deny.
It's all you set free and all you enslave.
Remember your dreams are never thrown away, thrown away!

Well this is what you get for now, ow oh...
This is what you get and how it hurts, own it well..."



Your legacy in me will last forever more. :blackrose:
  • Listening to: "What You Get"
  • Watching: Investigation Discovery
  • Playing: Chess xD
The opposite of love is not hatred. It's indifference. So I'm still having a HUGE impact on a CRAZY DISTURBED creature, to the point where she horribly "depicts" me. What could you expect? She sucks at her "art". In it, I'm bleeding with a spear through my chest (must be awesome! :excited:),  my pic titles' phrases are written and so is the word she learned through me, which obviously makes her feel ecstatic and "oh so intelligent", since it's not common. :roll: Sure, no one knows it's me... :shh: Ha. Poor thing. :pat: Sucks to be you. :puke:
Guys, for real, this is the last journal I waste on this sociopath: fav.me/d5poays. Hahahaha, I don't know what to do about this but laugh!!! So for you to understand a little better this situation, a recently joined russian girl (:iconkarmasuccubus:) contacted me through Skype. Her invitation message said, "Urgent, please add me". I added her, she got on line like 5 hours later, and we started chatting. She told me, "You need to see this--->link" to one of this junkie's journals I hadn't seen before. I told her I didn't want to since I was fed up of unnecesary confrontations. The girl insisted saying the insults were hardcore and that she was amazed to see such disrespect at the beginning of her journey through dA. So here I come, click on the link, read the bullshit, responded to it WITH NO INSULTS AT ALL, and apologized to the teenager (which I don't do often with people).

Basically, she told me to fuck off. The russian girl got involved when I told her what happened. Therefore, according to her and her friends, we are the same person. :rofl: Why? Because the girl has been offline for days, because we both like Catwoman, and because -so she states- we use the same words. IT CANNOT BE A COINCIDENCE!!! :iconstephencolbertomgplz: WTF???!!! Ok, every person here who is into Catwoman is me. If you've been offline, you're also me. Ok? OMG, I've been cloned multiple times!!! :sarcasm: The white trash is just fucking paranoid... Why would I waste my time creating an account for a conceited "I'm a so fucking heavy metal girl" who messed with me FOR NO REASON? :facepalm: I have pictures of me here without makeup; once again, applause for your ignorance. Buy a comb, tramp.

She just needs to go wax her father's cock so he probably likes her more. Don't forget to lick his ass hole until fully clean. It would be classy since pornstars do it and they are "better" than models, right? I'll eat a cock when I WANT, NOT WHEN YOU TELL ME TO, you reject. I'm ugly for you? Couldn't care less; I'm not hitting on you, hooker. I'm happy with I see in the mirror and that's all I give a fuck for. Yeah, I like turds, :roll: especially disgusting ones like you. So, I repeat; get naked. And for your fucked up record, the "petite" on my user name is about height, not weight damn imbecile. You. Are. A. Pussy.

Sorry guys, I made a mistake. :oops: This is her real profile: www.mcafee.cc/Bin/sb.html. :thumbsup:
Happy Holidays everyone! Hope you had your Christmas sex, ehem! Sorry, presents... :lmao: So mine started reading more bullshit... fav.me/d5pah7i. So this stupid bastard states that photography is not art. Amazing how far ignorance can take you. I will never bow down to such an arrogant stuck-up mind-disturbed being. So since she's the best critic ever, who doesn't even know how to write the verb criticize, she criticizes my pictures and photography in general. She thinks it's just clicking a button. However, if you see her "sketches" (a 4-year-old can draw better), you can realize that she is not THAT MUCH talented to be such a conceited piece of shit.

She likes to talk about anal sex all the time and saying that I'm a slut. Perhaps there is something stuck up her filthy ass, that's why she's so obnoxious. Do I care if she accepts my apologies? No. She can put them up her ass as well. She thinks everybody should put up with her shit and ignore her hateful comments. That's not flying with me, bitter turd. I'm gonna defend myself, even more if you're dissing on my work. Don't you see I'm rightly to do so? Is your brain really that fucked up? No doubt. Indeed, YOU started a war for messing with people you don't know. Unlike you, I don't go around dA picking up fights because I'm frustrated with my life. In your case, it's the only way you can release your messed up energy.

Photography involves exhausting processes in order to make a great piece. Any jackass can do that? I don't think so. I bow down to photographers, not even to models, because I think photographing is way more difficult than modeling. It takes a lot of technique mastering. In addition, the composition it takes, as much from the photographer as the model, it's hard. You wanna do something amazing? There are A LOT of elements you've got to put together (props, accesories, hair, makeup, lighting, setting, contrast, angle, positions, etc.) in order to achieve something perfect. Am I at that level? No. I improve everytime I collaborate with someone who can afford an expensive camera, as she calls it. She can't even afford her own clothes... :blahblah: Poor girl, really... Thanks to every photographer who made me a better model. The fucking idiot thinks this is "my job and my profession". Ha, this is my hobby bitch. I already finished the first stage of my major. Yes, I went to university and still am, aiming for my postgraduates. Well done with your fallacies. :iconclapplz:

She said I got her banned, when it was her profane comments who came back to bite her in the ass... :laughing: What an irrational thinking her brain produces... :no: Unbelievable... Anyway, since she has a crappy life, let her "draw" so she gets her therapy and leaves OUR field alone. She wants us to eat shit, ok. Start getting naked sweetie because I don't like packaged turds. :iconultimateplz:
So, today I'm Bombshell of The Day for Kaboom! Magazine. I'd really appreciate your support here: www.kaboommagazine.com/?home&i…. :happybounce: I'm very flattered the crew considered me again for their model section in which I appeared at on July 2010, over 2 years ago. Time goes by so fast. I know I'm not at the top; I'm not interested in stepping on no one's head to be "the best". My time came and will come when it must. However, I know I'm not where I started 4 years ago; therefore, I'm satisfied because of how much I moved on in spite of all I had to crawl and drag myself.

Anyway, I'm not gonna bore you with my struggles. Just make sure you let me know how you think about this feature if you feel like it. I'm excited about it, so I wanted to share this with the ones who care. These people usually feature GORGEOUS "PERFECT" girls which I don't feel like at all. Hence, I'm glad they asked me to be part of their issue one more time.

Thanks guys! :D
Here I come, rising from suffering once again. This time I'm stronger than ever. As usual, there are still prejudiced and ignorant people who bash me. Do I care? Not anymore. As far as I know what the truth is, my conscience is at peace. Only I, my mother, and the Supreme know what I've been through. It has been hard as fuck, burning, bitter, and agonizing, but I broke through. I don't fight anymore because it's not worthwhile; even less with people who ignore WHO YOU REALLY ARE. I discovered something that had tortured me for years and it gave me calm and happiness. I decided to be better, BY CHOICE. Many tried to step on me while I cried lying on the floor. I used to worry about others knowing who I truly am; that's over. Tried to help people who turned their backs on me. Witnessed ingratitude, pride, haughtiness, and betrayal. Now, I live for me. No one else has the key to success and fulfillment. All the negativity that comes my way, just feeds me strength and will to fight till the end. This is one of my favorites songs ever, because I feel so related to it. To all my TRUE supporters, my best wishes and much success! Hugs to each and everyone of you! :heart:


No Love-Explicit Version


"Love, love!
Love, love, love!
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more...
Young Money (no more), yeah
Uh (Love!)
Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
But it's fuck the world, get a child out her
Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout her
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers (Love, love!)
I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour
Married to the game but she broke her vows
That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open bibles
Uh, I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these niggas know I lay 'em down, make you beg
Bitches, try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg
Money outweighing problems on the triple beam
I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes
Uh...
Be good or be good at it
Fucking right, I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say
I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I come down in a couple of days
Ok, you want me up in the cage then I'll come out in beast-mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherfucker, Blood Gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my dough, but I don't even check the peephole
So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found
It's a little too late to say that you're sorry (Yeah) now
You kicked me when I was down, but what you say, just
Don't hurt me (That's right), it don't hurt me (I don't need you), no more (Don't wanna see you), no more
Bitch, you get no love
You showed me nothing but hate (Aha!), you ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around (Yeah)
And you don't hurt me (That's right)
You don't hurt me, (And I don't need you), no more (Don't wanna see ya), no more
Ha!
Bitch, you get no love (no!), no love (no!), no love (no!), no love
Ha!
Bitch, you get no love (no!), no love (no!), no love
And I don't need you no more
Get 'em!
I'm alive again, more alive than I have been in my whole entire life
I can (Yeah) see these people's ears perk up as I begin
To spaz with the pen (Uh), I'm a little bit sicker than most, shit's fixin' to get thick again
They say the competition is stiff, but I get a hard dick from this shit, now I stick it in
I ain't never giving in again (Yeah), cuss into the wind, complete freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat them, so why the fuck would I join them when I beat them? (Yeah)
They call me a freak 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat them (Laughs)
Man, get these whack cocksuckers off stage, where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from 'em, bitch, I'mma let you finish in a minute, yeah, the rap was tight
But I'm (Yeah) 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time so you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um (Yeah)
Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit and start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference when I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump in the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd (Yeah), you can see the sparks from hot metal (Yeah)
Cold-hearted from the day I
Bogarted the game, I self-started a Roc fellow (Yeah)
When I'm not even in my harshest, you can still get roasted 'cause Marsh is not mellow
'Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop, I'm staying on my Monopoly board (Uh)
That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop, 'til my hip don't hop anymore (Shit)
When you so good that you can't say it, 'cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (Shit)
People just get sick 'cause you spit, these fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore (Ow!)
And you can never break my stride (No), you never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow
You'll never take my pride, killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent
Is getting no mercy, mark my words ain't letting up, relentless, I smell blood
I don't give a fuck, keep giving them hell, where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love!
It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Oh)
You kicked me when I was down, but what you say, just
Don't hurt me (Yeah, that's right), it don't hurt me (And I don't need you), no more (Don't wanna see you), no more
Ha!
Bitch, you get no love
You showed me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around (Goes around)
And you don't hurt me (That's right)
You don't hurt me, (And I don't need you) no more, (Don't wanna see you) no more
Huh...
Bitch, you get no love (no!), no love (no!), no love (no!), no love
Ha!
Bitch, you get no love (no!), no love (no!), no love
And I don't need you no more
Ha!
Bitch, you get no love!".

They are all the same... They think we will never find out about their lies... So naive, so stupid, so coward, so selfish, so... immature. But what goes around comes around. Therefore, get ready for the hit. Ha... They are just pathetic. These lyrics kind of explain the way I'm feeling right now. ;)


"I waited here for you
Like a kid waiting after school
So tell me how come you never showed (showed)?
I gave you everything
And never asked for anything
And look at me
I'm all alone (alone)
So, before you start defendin'
Baby, stop all your pretendin'
I know you know I know
So what's the point in being slow
Let's get the show on the road today
Hey

I'm looking for attention
Not another question
Should you stay or should you go?
Well, if you don't have the answer
Why are you still standin' here?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away

I wanna love
I want a fire
To feel the burn
My desires
I wanna man by my side
Not a boy who runs and hides
Are you gonna fight for me?
Die for me?
Live and breathe for me?
Do you care for me?
'Cause if you don't then just leave!!!!"

An extract from Kelly Clarkson's song "Walk Away".
Creo que es tiempo de hacerle el amor... a esta ciudad. Que no te da por sentado, sólo le interesa tu dinero. Te invita a ser feliz... sin reproches ni pesares... ¿Por qué algunos seguimos célibes ante estas luces? Porque hemos sido vendados de ojos por la realidad CRUDA, que no nos deja ver su esplendor... Todo gracias a un concepto inexistente.

Es tiempo de seguirlas, de admirarlas y de dejar de sentirse como un despojo que no escuchan... De sentirse libre y botar a la basura lo que no fue valorado. De sufrir la mutación y dejar en el olvido lo que nunca se apreció.

Esta lírica de División Minúscula, explica muy bien en lo que nos convertimos aquellos que tal vez buscamos alguna vez dar lo mejor y entregamos todo por completo, sólo para terminar contagiados de errores ajenos:

Las Luces De Esta Ciudad:

"Me he arrodillado y arrastrado
a decirte perdón una y otra vez
y al mismo tiempo te digo no puedo
prometer no hacerlo otra vez

He caminado estos pasos hirientes
sólo por hacerme reír
y tengo un raro presentimiento
que hay algo más que sobrevivir

Y escúchame muy bien...

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no te lo tomes tan personal
no no no uoh oh oh

Perdona si no llego
a estar en la cena
tampoco a desayunar
no pude evitar hacerle el amor a...
a las luces de esta ciudad

Y si me pierdo no
me busques tan lejos
seguro estoy por ahí
no es que me esté escondiendo
de mi reflejo, es que no quiero
que me veas así

Y escúchame muy bien...

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no te lo tomes tan personal
no no no uoh oh oh oh

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no soy tan joven menos tan viejo
y sé cuando debo ceder
y no es hoy

Me he arrodillado y arrastrado
a decirte perdón una y otra vez
y al mismo tiempo te digo no puedo

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no te lo tomes tan personal
no no no uoh oh oh oh

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no soy tan joven menos tan viejo
y sé cuando debo ceder
y no es hoy y no es hoy
Me he arrodillado y arrastrado
a decirte perdón una y otra vez
y al mismo tiempo te digo no puedo
prometer no hacerlo otra vez

He caminado estos pasos hirientes
sólo por hacerme reír
y tengo un raro presentimiento
que hay algo más que sobrevivir

Y escúchame muy bien...

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no te lo tomes tan personal
no no no uoh oh oh

Perdona si no llego
a estar en la cena
tampoco a desayunar
no pude evitar hacerle el amor a...
a las luces de esta ciudad

Y si me pierdo no
me busques tan lejos
seguro estoy por ahí
no es que me este escondiendo
de mi reflejo es que no quiero
que me veas así

Y escúchame muy bien...

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no te lo tomes tan personal
no no no uoh oh oh

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no soy tan joven menos tan viejo
y sé cuando debo ceder
y no es hoy

Me he arrodillado y arrastrado
a decirte perdón una y otra vez
y al mismo tiempo te digo no puedo

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no te lo tomes tan personal
no no no uoh oh oh oh

No, no me digas qué hacer
pues sabes
probablemente lo haga al revés
no soy tan joven menos tan viejo
y sé cuando debo ceder
y no es hoy... Y no es hoy."

·Si quieres llegar al sol, prepárate para arder.·

·If you want to get to the sun, prepare yourself to burn.·

                                                                    D. Sancho.
Some people want to build you up, but all they do is break you back down with words they cannot keep. That's when you say, "I should have backed off... I should not have believed..." It doesn't exist. Therefore, you're guilty as well, for trusting them. All left to do, is burn everything to ashes. They lost every right over you. So long.

My awesome guys from Linkin Park portray this feeling in these lyrics:

"The cycle repeated
as explosions broke in the sky
all that I needed
was the one thing I couldn't find

And you were there at the turn
Waiting to let me know

We're building it up
To break it back down
We're building it up
To burn it down
We can't wait
To burn it to the ground

The colors conflicted
As the flames climbed into the clouds
I wanted to fix this, but
Couldn't stop from tearing it down

And you were there at the turn
caught in the burning glow
And I was there at the turn
Waiting to let you know

We're building it up
To break it back down
We're building it up
To burn it down
We can't wait
To burn it to the ground

You told me yes, You held me high
And I believed when you told that lie
I played that soldier, You played king
And struck me down when I kissed that ring

You lost that right, to hold that crown
I built you up but you let me down
So when you fall, I'll take my turn
And fan the flames as your blazes burn

And you were there at the turn
Waiting to let me know

We're building it up
To break it back down
We're building it up
To burn it down
We can't wait
To burn it to the ground

When you fall, I'll take my turn
and fan the flames as your blazes burn

We can't wait
To burn it to the ground

When you fall, I'll take my turn
and fan the flames as your blazes burn

We can't wait
To burn it to the ground"